Fantasy of change

How a tear creates the rain within my heart,

to the essence of a fantasy left in limbo,

where only the dreamer can see my face.

As light is the reason behind my shadows,

worlds fall away from illusion’s deceit,

playing games with heartstrings my wrath.

Sounds of silence deafening my ears,

nothing to speak, nothing left to imagine,

only teardrops of blood seeping from my heart.

In a moment of clarity my whispers made,

dancing angels on vampire wings of love,

becoming what was never meant to be.

Moonlight carrying the sun in her beauty,

pale skin softly brushes across my face,

making this light more than just my desire.

Heartless soul fading into the unknown,

destined to fail rising up to overcome,

in a world made on the promises once broken.

Held together this piece cuts deep inside,

screams echo through my heart once again,

life stolen, kisses of love understanding my pain.

If in my imagination all of my life can be changed,

unattainable desires left alone in my head,

being who I am and who I will always be, myself.











Johnny Newell